Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.